A Walk in My Shoes Page #2

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Gorgeous Two.

Are you okay? What's the matter?

I can't pay my rent. My landlord's calling.

I don't know what I'm going to do.

I'm sorry.

No!

Oh, great, the icing on the cake of my day.

Mrs. Fahey? It's Cindy.

- I'm Justin Kremer's mom.

- Yes, your appointment was at 4:00.

- You're going to need to reschedule.

- I know.

- I'm sorry we just got busy at the diner.

- I've got a class.

I apologize. I couldn't get out here. Please.

Yes, well, you're the one who called

for the meeting.

I'm begging you, please.

If Justin doesn't pass this class,

he doesn't get to play basketball.

- Mrs. Kremer, I have 181 students...

- If he doesn't play basketball...

...178 of them turned in their papers.

Justin was warned.

Not once, not once did he come to me

and tell me there was a problem.

- You don't do the work, you don't pass.

- He is exhausted.

Well, he is not too exhausted

to play basketball or go skateboarding.

- Basketball is everything to him.

- Yes, but that is my point.

Maybe he needs to change his priorities.

Please, just give him one more chance.

If he just turns in the paper, he won't fail.

Mrs. Kremer, you need to stop

enabling your son.

Don't you get it? You're not helping him.

Justin will never learn to be responsible

if you keep rushing in to the rescue.

Be in charge. Be the mother.

Now, please, I need to go

or I'm going to be late for my class.

Thank you.

Oh, no, you hit your head.

I'm sorry.

Who are you?

That's quite a nasty bruise you got there.

You better get it looked at anyway.

There's a clinic across the street.

No, I can't. I have to...

- Trish.

- I have to go to a class.

Trish.

- I need to go home.

- You can't go home just yet.

In fact, you have a little

homework assignment of your own.

How do you know my name?

What's important now is for you to know

that something is going to happen to you.

It's gonna feel real,

and you're gonna think that it's real.

And maybe it is and maybe it isn't,

but it doesn't matter

because it all happens

in the blink of an eye.

What? What's gonna happen?

- Yourjourney.

- Journey?

- I can't go on a journey, my family...

- No, it's like I said, it's the blink of an eye.

They aren't gonna even know

that you're gone.

Where am I... Where am I going? Italy?

No, not Italy.

Just to the clinic across the street.

You're gonna get your head checked.

- Hey, how're we feeling, Mrs. Kremer?

- Mrs. Kremer?

- No, no, I'm not Mrs. Kremer.

- This is your purse, right?

- No, no, that's not my purse.

- Still feeling a little woozy?

You know what, you have me confused

with someone else.

Mom! Mom!

Mom! They just called!

You okay? How many fingers?

- I'm not your mother.

- Quit joking, okay? This is serious.

Now can we just go, please? Can we?

Wait. You know, Mrs. Kremer,

you have a really smart boy here.

Not every kid is like Mikey

who's gonna walk to this clinic...

Look, can I talk to you for a minute?

Listen, this is gonna sound bizarre,

but I've been seeing messages

on billboards.

- Then there was this young woman...

- Mom...

...in my car.

Wait a minute.

Maybe this is worse than we thought.

No, no. But then somehow I ended up here.

And I don't really know who this is.

- Your son.

- No, that's what I'm trying to tell you...

He's not my son. He's...

- Look, I'm a teacher.

- Mom, please, stop kidding around.

And no way she's a teacher, she's...

See, look. Waitress.

Remember, Mom? Now, let's go. Please.

Okay, we'll go to my house

and figure this whole thing out.

Wait a minute.

Where's my crashed Explorer?

Explorer! I wish.

Mom, we've got a '94 Suburban 1500

with 245,000 miles on it.

No, no. Wait a minute.

I have an Explorer. I don't have a...

- Justin's sure right about you.

- Who's Justin?

"Who's Justin?"

"Who's Justin?" Are you kidding me?

My brother! You're getting really weird.

So, can we just go? Please.

Mom? You okay?

Uh... Yeah. Yeah, I'm okay.

You know what?

Can you not call me Mom?

Because I am not your mother

and I am not okay.

We'll just go to my house and I'll prove it.

All right.

See... There she is, okay.

Dana! Dana! Come on, open the door.

Let's go!

I need to get in. Open the door.

Dana, Dana.

I have lunch

with Cameron on Thursday.

Let me in. Come on, open the door.

Yeah, let me call you back.

Someone's at the door.

- Come on!

- All right.

- Hi, sweetie. I thought I was...

- Can I help you?

Very funny.

- I'm sorry, who are you?

- Enough. Enough.

- Look, just let me in. Just tell...

- Mikey.

Yeah, Mikey, who I am.

Okay. Look, I don't know who you are, lady,

but I want you to leave.

Mom, come on, let's go.

- Please,

don't do this. Look at me.

Look at me, I mean, it's different clothes...

My dad's a cop, I can get him here

in five minutes.

- Dana, you know...

- Mom, come on!

Okay,

you're really starting to freak me out.

You stink at calculus, right?

Does the whole world know I stink at math?

That's it. I'm calling my dad.

- And my mom will be home any minute.

- Dana, I am your mother!

Look at me! Look at me! I'm your mother.

Dana, come back. Open the door!

Open the door, I am your mother.

- Don't you recognize me?

- Mom?

Dana!

Mom.

- Come on. Let's go.

- What's going on?

I can't believe you don't remember

our address.

Address?

I don't even remember the street.

Stop. Stop! We just passed it.

Okay.

On the corner. You're out of control.

- Oh, wow.

What?

Maybe somebody bought

that house next door.

Check out that truck. What a monster.

Come on, Mom. Come on. Let's check it out.

I'm coming, I'm coming.

- Come on, Mom, hurry up.

- Okay, you're so bossy.

Awesome wheels!

It would be great for off-roading.

Imagine the engine on this thing.

- Hey. You like trucks?

Oh, yeah.

And my dad, he really loved trucks.

Hi. Cindy, I'm Jake.

- Sorry.

- Hi.

- So you live next door?

- Yeah. Just for a bit.

- I've been hired to fix the place up.

- Yeah, well, I can understand that.

That Suburban of yours is running pretty

rough. Better get it checked out.

Oh.

- Well...

- Well...

Well, I guess I better get my stuff

moved in to the house.

It's nice to meet you, big guy.

- You, too.

- So long, Cindy.

Oh, sorry. Yes.

What a monster.

- You okay?

- Not so much.

Mom, I'm hungry.

Hungry, right. Okay, okay. Okay.

Well, what do you normally eat?

- Peanut butter on toast.

- Peanut butter.

Hmm.

- What is that?

- Cannelloni cavolfiore.

Sort of. Just eat it, you'll like it.

You know, you should read more

- and play fewer video games.

- Why?

- So you'll be smarter.

- Look at you.

Whammed your head and then, poof,

one nanosecond later,

you're, like, totally different.

That's exactly what I'm trying to figure out,

what happened today.

- You have any homework?

- Not much.

- Well, where's your backpack?

- The hook.

- Hook, hook, hook...

- In the hall.

Right. Yeah.

Hey, where did you get this backpack?

Guess what, I'm off the team.

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